2023
i wake up and the word ~fervently~ comes from dreams indicating me the path i must tread
walking fervently through the city
i start to access certain mysteries
with a clear sense of purpose.
my existence composing an absolute sense,
the purest elegance of luck crossing my way
guided by the invisible thread of drowsiness after a night scarcely slept.
back home 24 hours after i gather evidence
of contemplating a garden truly organized by the air pathways
enveloped by the warmth of a handless tea cup warming my lungs through the nerves of my palms while two billboards stood there filled in empty whiteness while
everything
after all i must be absolutely passionately in love with those reflective puddles and now conceiving a kind of spiritual monotony
devotion
i stare at the immense sunlight until almost blind my retina briefly
and watch everything being burned by the immense white gleam
like the ~sweaty~white~roses i carried and finally left exactly at the point where everything would be extended for even a little bit further
the weirdly mystery thread
Clara Goldenstein
Brazil
Clara goldenstein, 1994, rio de janeiro, brazil. to exist within a ray of light, to permeate the strangeness, to feel the soft fear that exudes from the dark, to meditate, to hold the Silver of the moon and the Gold of the sun, to create and offer atmospheres where one can remain inside. a light portal that gives the celestial outline, the record of the exact second in which a calm haunted every corner of the world, a sunset that repeats and repeats and repeats.